Styx
In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a riverof woe and pain (,—a channel thoroughfare;
where Charon ferries the dead, who despair)
which trembles the dead's souls till they quiver.
The Styx! It's like cirrhosis which eats the liver,
destroying with flair: but, it does not care;
and tortures them beyond what they can bear!
Because they are thrice-damned, they now shiver
with the peals of the Hadean death-knell;
while Heaven appears like a hope long dead
(as if they’re a thousand feet deep in hell!),
here, where the redeemed dare not walk or tread,
they are but ghosts, like shades without a shell:
yet, hell can they brave; but, the Styx they dread.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2018-05-28 at 10:52
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